Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Marshall Islands and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Count Five to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
The Saints,
Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
T. Rex,
Interpol,
Amon Düül II,
The Gun Club,
The Sound,
World's Most,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eden Ahbez,
The Names,
Erasure,
the Swans,
Marine Girls,
Clear Light,
Liliput,
China Crisis,
Spandau Ballet,
Derrick May,
Cal Tjader,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Motions,
the Human League,
Y Pants,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The New Christs,
Urselle,
U.S. Maple,
Wings,
Easy Going,
Cheater Slicks,
Harry Pussy,
Inner City,
Reagan Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
James White and The Blacks,
Ronan,
Fluxion,
PIL,
Iggy Pop,
The Star Department,
Tim Buckley,
Youth Brigade,
Intrusion,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
FM Einheit,
Tubeway Army,
Suburban Knight,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Sherman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Duran Duran,
Danielle Patucci,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.